The Drama of a Stubborn Crush and a School Bus

So here’s a fun fact: Kaysan’s birthday is on June 27th, and mine’s on July 4th. Just six days apart. Destiny? Maybe. Tragedy? Definitely.

But this year? Neither of us said a word.

I didn’t wish him. He didn’t wish me. Silence.

Why? Because we’re both stubborn goats in human form.

(Petty? Yes. Proud of it? Also yes.)

But want to know the ultimate twist?

Skyrt—Kaysan’s so-called “ride or die” best buddy—forgot his birthday.

And who reminded him?

Me.

Yup. I whispered it to Skyrt behind the scenes and told him to keep it quiet. So Kaysan walked around all happy thinking, “Wow, my bro remembered!” when really… I was the secret birthday guardian.

And now—fast forward—two whole awkward weeks later, it’s school marathon day.

Girls ran first (as always), and after collapsing at the finish line in glory, we had to wait for the boys to finish theirs. Then came the top 10 ceremonies.

While waiting, I was bored out of my skull. So I wandered to the finish line.

And there he was—Kaysan.

Just 1 kilometer away.

Struggling.

Panting. Sweating. Looking like he just fought off a bear.

And then… he sat down.

Now, don’t ask me why, but something inside me snapped.

Despite the silent war going on between us, I walked over, held out my water bottle like it was a peace offering from one kingdom to another.

And what did he do?

He looked at me and said, “I don’t want it.”

UM. SIR? WHAT.

What did he think I gave him, a bottle of acid?!

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I sat down beside him and asked, “Are you okay?”

He just nodded like some sad anime protagonist.

Then suddenly, he stood up and ran to the finish line like nothing happened.

And guess what?

He finished… and then took a water bottle from his classmate and drank it like it was some magical healing potion straight from Mount Olympus.

I was STUNNED.

Oh, so HER bottle’s fine?! Not poisoned? Must be enchanted or something, huh?

At that point, I’d had enough.

I turned and marched straight to the ceremony area like a woman who’s been betrayed by both hydration and feelings.

And when it ended, I got on the bus without a glance back.

No words. No closure. Just me and my water bottle of shame.

I was sitting on the school bus, by the window seat—my usual escape spot—pretending the trees outside were way more interesting than my actual life. Headphones in, no music playing. Just me, the wind, and my silent grudge.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

Kaysan got on the bus.

Yes, that Kaysan. The guy who treats school buses like they're some ancient relic from a forgotten era. Mr. “I-have-a-personal-driver.” He never steps foot on this bus. Ever.

But today? He actually paid the fare and climbed on like a normal student.

And suddenly, my whole system went into panic mode.

Because this wasn’t just any random bus—it was my bus.

And the driver? My aunt.

Yup, my cousin’s family runs the school bus business. So having him on this bus? I could already hear her voice saying, “Eh, boyfriend ah?”

He slowly walked down the narrow walkway, and my heart was ready to jump out of the window. Was he going to sit next to me?

Nope. He walked right past me… and sat directly behind me.

Was I relieved? Slightly.

Was I a tiny bit offended? Absolutely.

So I did what I do best—acted like he didn’t exist. I stared out the window, channeling my inner cold-hearted ice queen. And he? He stayed quiet too. At first.

But then the bus started filling up with primary school kids, shouting, laughing, being their usual chaotic selves—and that’s when he struck.

A little tug on my hair.

I blinked. Ignored it.

Then another.

Then a poke on my back.

Then he tickled me from behind.

I sat frozen, trying not to lose it. Stay calm. Don’t bite. You are peace. You are—

Then he pinched my cheek.

That’s it.

I turned around, grabbed his hand, and bit it.

Not hard enough to scare him for life—but definitely hard enough to say, “Try me again, and your hand's going in a cast.”

He flinched, trying so hard not to scream—because if he even made a sound, my aunt would've looked up and asked, “What’s going on back there?”